Under the destruction of that Sword Qi, a newly awakened little corpse demon.
Even possessed repair abilities comparable to those of a legendary-level corpse demon.
This was simply unreasonable.
Baili An's regenerated right hand was somewhat weak and powerless, the newly formed skin even paler and less vibrant, as he lifted his sore right arm and embraced Wen Hanwei's trembling body.
In the faint blood-red glow.
He looked down and met Wen Hanwei's eyes.
Regarding the upcoming battle they couldn't possibly win, both of them looked very calm.
"What is this?" Wen Hanwei voiced the shock and tremor in the man's heart, gently poking his regenerated skin with her blood-stained finger, and tilted her head curiously.
The skin touched by Wen Hanwei stung Baili An a bit.
He sheathed his small sword and said, "It's the racial Talent of the corpse demon species, transcendent healing. I've Devoured a Shebi Corpse's Corpse Pearl, this Talent, it must have been plundered from it."
